Larksong Grotto Living like we're renegades

She sits beside him, nudging him gently, and he smiles, thoughts of the wood banished for now. "Hi mama" He greets her sweetly, if softly. He nudges her shoulder in turn, unknowing whether to speak or hold silent. She has sought him out, so perhaps she has something to ask of him; she has every reason to. The boy spoke little of his time in the wood, though it had been the most exciting of his rather short life, Xan's attack had scared him. Made him feel powerless. 

He gazed at her curiously, wondering if perhaps they would talk, or play, or swim or hunt or fish. Simply anything to do with Vuk made him happy, made him feel whole. Well, mostly.